Two Whole Nights Being My Boyfriend’s Woman

After the wonderful day I spent with Adrián, something inside me changed forever. That same afternoon, some friends had invited me to watch a boxing match, and although I went and laughed and shouted with them, my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, about his body on top of mine, about the way he had fucked me, about how his cock had opened me for the first time, and about the warmth of his cum staying inside me.

Suddenly I felt something warm trickling between my buttocks and got scared. I thought it was blood, that something was wrong after losing my anal virginity. I practically ran to the bathroom, and when I pulled down my underwear and checked myself, I almost burst out laughing: it was his semen, thick and still leaking from my hole hours after he had emptied himself inside me that morning. I slipped a finger inside to clean myself better and was surprised by how much was still coming out, slippery, carrying that smell of him. I brought it to my nose, then to my mouth, and sucked it slowly while thinking about his cock. I cleaned myself thoroughly, fixed my makeup, and returned to the table with a smile I couldn’t hide and my panties still stained.

I wrote to him right away to tell him how much I’d liked being fucked by him, and that I still had his cum dripping inside me. He replied that he’d liked it too, that he’d love to fill me again, and from that message on I started counting the days until I could have him on top of me again.

***

The following weekend I was already dying to see him, but he had one party and I had another, so we agreed to see each other whenever we could. What neither of us knew was that it was the same party.

When I saw him come in, he still hadn’t recognized me, so I sent him a message telling him he looked very handsome and asking him to say hello to my in-laws for me. He replied instantly, nervous, asking where I had seen him and why I hadn’t spoken to him.

—If you want to say hello to me, I’ll be waiting for you in the bathroom —I wrote, and got up before he could answer.

He came in a few seconds later and, luckily, there was no one there. I gave him a quick kiss, slipped my hand into his pants to feel his cock already half-hard, and warned him, half joking:

—You’d better not be looking at anyone else. This cock is mine tonight.

I squeezed it hard through the fabric before leaving. We went out separately, but after a while he came and sat beside me. I was with my parents, and I introduced him as a friend. I felt as if everyone was watching us, as if anyone could guess that he was the one fucking me. With the music so loud, we had to get very close to talk, and every chance he got, he squeezed my leg under the table, moving up until he brushed against my crotch, or I grabbed his bulge and massaged it slowly until I could feel it throbbing. I knew it was risky. I didn’t care.

Once it had grown dark, I put my hand on his pants and felt how hard he was, outlined and ready to burst through his zipper.

—I can’t take it anymore —I whispered in his ear—. I need to suck you right now. Come with me to get a sweater from the car.

He understood the signal immediately. We went out into the dark, empty parking lot, and as soon as we closed the door, I threw my arms around him and kissed him for a long time, slowly, pushing my tongue down his throat, letting his hands slip under my clothes and squeeze my tits while I fumbled for his fly. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and took out his swollen cock, the tip already wet with precum. I crouched desperately on the seat, grabbed it with both hands, and gave him one slow lick from his balls to his glans, savoring everything.

—You’ve got such a delicious cock —I told him, and took it all into my mouth in one go.

I started sucking him hungrily, moving my head quickly, letting him hit the back of my throat until my eyes watered. I pulled him out, spit on him, licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth, and swallowed him whole again. He had one hand on the back of my head, setting the pace, pushing me, fucking my mouth without restraint. Between the adrenaline of being out in the street, with people passing just a few yards from the car, and how hot we already were, it took him no time at all to warn me with a moan that he was going to come. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity: I buried my face down to the base and felt the first jet explode straight into my throat, then another, and another, hot and thick. I almost choked on how much there was, but I didn’t let go. I swallowed every bit of it, down to the last drop, then ran my tongue over his glans to clean off what remained.

I straightened his clothes, fixed my smeared lipstick, kissed him with the taste of himself between us, and we went back inside as if nothing had happened. After a while he said goodbye. Before he left, we stepped outside for a moment and kissed again, slowly, with that feeling that neither of us wanted to let go.

***

Another weekend was approaching, and my family was going on vacation. I couldn’t go because of work, so first I made sure they were really leaving. As soon as they confirmed they were heading out early Friday morning, I called in sick and started making plans with Adrián.

—I’m not going to leave you alone —he told me when I explained—. I’ll figure out how to manage it, but those two days and two nights are mine. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.

I could barely contain my excitement. I was going to have him for an entire weekend, all day and all night, being his woman, being his slut.

My family left early Friday morning. I got up, ate a light breakfast, and started cleaning the house wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals, my wig carefully in place. At two, I took a shower. I washed myself slowly, paying special attention to my ass, slipping soapy fingers inside to leave myself thoroughly clean for him. I got out, covered my body in scented lotion, put on a black lace set that revealed the concealed bulge, and a skirt that reached halfway down my calves but outlined the curve of my ass in a way I loved. I had always been somewhat plump, so with the blouse I chose, the beginnings of small breasts showed. I brushed my wig, applied only a little makeup, and finally put on heels that lifted my buttocks even higher.

I was painting my last fingernail when his message arrived: he was already outside. I went out without looking around, so no neighbor would see me, and let him in.

—Come in, quick —I told him.

He came in, I closed the door, and without even giving him time to say hello, I threw myself into his arms and kissed him. A welcome kiss, sweet, the kind that promises much more. We kissed our way to the sofa. The party had left me far too horny, so that time I took the initiative: I sat him down and climbed on top of him, both of us still dressed. I rubbed my ass against his fly and felt him harden instantly. I stopped kissing him for a second and looked at him.

—You have no idea how badly I wanted your cock —I whispered—. It makes me so happy to be able to live this with you. And ever since the party, you’ve left my whole ass hot and empty.

I said nothing else. I stripped him with eager tugs while he did the same to me, pulling off my blouse and lowering my skirt, leaving me wearing only the lace bra. I pulled down his boxers and grabbed his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing in my hand. I took it into my mouth for a moment, wet it thoroughly with saliva, spat on the tip, and rubbed it with my palm. Then I spat on it again, coating my fingers, reached behind me, smeared my ass, and pushed two fingers inside to prepare myself.

—Open me —I begged, straddling him in a squat.

With one hand he spread a cheek and with the other guided his cock against my hole. I eased it in slowly, because it still hurt a little, feeling his glans force my entrance open and push its way through. I let out a long moan when the head went in. I lowered myself centimeter by centimeter, gritting my teeth, until I felt him touch me inside, all the way to the bottom, and remained seated on top of him with his entire cock inside me. While I let the pain fade, our tongues played with each other and he pinched my nipples. I began moving like that, without hurrying, rising and lowering myself, feeling the sensation turn into pure pleasure. I sped up. I bounced on him, my hands braced against his chest, whispering in his ear not to pull out, to fill me.

—Come inside me, please, inside —I begged between moans—. Fill my ass.

His hands squeezed my buttocks hard, his fingers dug into me, he pushed me down, and I felt him explode inside me. Jet after hot jet flooded me. I stayed still on top of him, tightening my muscles so I wouldn’t lose a drop, until he slipped out on his own and I felt the warm trickle run down my thighs. I got off him, sat beside him, and kissed him.

—Thank you for being with me —I told him, with his semen still leaking out of me.

He confessed that he hadn’t eaten and was starving, so, like his good woman, I got up to cook something for him with his cum running down my legs and a silly smile on my face. I felt strange from sheer happiness: I was taking care of my man in my home, in heels, with my ass full of semen, living something I had imagined so many times. That afternoon we spent watching television and talking about everything and nothing, although every so often I would put my hand down his pants or he would lift my skirt to caress me. When night came, we went to my room and he fucked me almost until dawn, on all fours, on my back, on my side, until we fell asleep wrapped around each other, sticky, with the sheets a complete mess.

***

The next day I got up early to shower, and he followed me. Once we were under the shower, with water falling over us, he pushed me against the tiles, made me bend over with my hands against the wall, and slapped my buttocks apart. I felt the tip searching for my entrance and then the thrust: he entered in one stroke, all the way to the bottom, and I let out a muffled cry that bounced off the walls. He began slowly, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in, until he grew tired of waiting and grabbed my hips to fuck me for real. He pounded me hard, his balls striking against my perineum, and I could barely hold myself up, slipping against the wet tiles. He pulled my hair to arch my back, letting him get even deeper.

—Tell me you’re mine —he growled in my ear.

—I’m yours, your slut, fuck me —I answered breathlessly, pushing my ass back toward him to meet him.

He reached around in front of me, grabbed my own dripping little cock, and masturbated me at the same rhythm he fucked me, until I came first, trembling all over and squeezing his cock inside me. That finished him off: he drove three more thrusts into me and came inside me again with a long moan, gripping my hips so hard he left marks. We stayed like that for a while, him still inside me, breathing over my shoulder as the water washed away whatever leaked out. We got out, I put on a short robe, and prepared lunch for my father.

We ate, and since we were both somewhat sleep-deprived, we went to bed to rest. But lying beside him, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I slipped beneath the sheets and began sucking him slowly, teasing him, licking him from top to bottom, taking his balls into my mouth, until I felt him harden again on my tongue. I sucked him for a long while, enjoying him, until he grabbed my hair and asked me to climb on top. I obeyed, mounted him, and took him into my ass again, already slick from all the accumulated cum. I rode him slowly, looking into his eyes, tightening my muscles, until once again I felt his hands dig into my hips and the jolt of another release inside me. I let myself fall onto his chest, and with him still inside me, we fell asleep for a while.

When evening began to fall, he told me he was craving a beer.

—Let’s go buy some —he suggested.

—You’d better go —I replied—. I’m enjoying being a woman all day too much.

—You don’t have to change, sweetheart —he said with a smile—. The car’s inside the garage. You can get in without anyone seeing you, and that’s it.

And that was how he convinced me. I got dressed quickly, and we left. It was the first time I had gone out of the house dressed as a woman. I didn’t get out of the car, but just being there beside him like that sent an electric tingle through my body.

We reached the store, he bought what we needed, and on the way back I came up with the naughtiest idea of the night. While he was driving, I unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock, still soft, then leaned over him. I put it in my mouth like that, warm, feeling it grow and harden between my lips. I began sucking him slowly, moving up and down, careful not to obstruct his view but never stopping, my tongue curled around his glans. He drove with one hand and caressed the back of my neck with the other, pressing me against his lap whenever we reached a straight stretch. I licked his balls, swallowed his cock whole, and came back up, coating everything with saliva. I felt his thighs tremble just as we turned onto our block, and he came in my mouth right as we reached the garage. I swallowed everything and ran my tongue over him to leave him clean before putting him away and pulling up his zipper. He opened the garage, pulled the car inside, and we went in laughing like two conspirators.

We drank our beers and went to bed again. That night he fucked me deliciously too, taking me face-to-face, with my legs over his shoulders, looking into my eyes as he filled my ass once more, until we collapsed exhausted.

***

The next day I woke up with him already ready, hard and waiting, his cock pointing at my thigh. I climbed on top of him one last time, without hurrying, letting him sink deep inside me, riding him slowly to memorize him, squeezing him with my ass until I drew his last load of the weekend from him. I said goodbye in my own way, with his semen inside me and a long kiss, because he had to leave at noon.

That weekend was, without exaggeration, the happiest I can remember. The bad part came afterward: Adrián was transferred to another city for work, and we never saw each other again. From time to time we still wrote to each other, and a single message from him was enough to make my ass clench and something inside me tremble.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Very soon I’ll tell you about my next adventure, the one I lived with a truck-driver coworker I will never forget.